Memories,sweet memories.They are the reasons for the smiles on our faces, the sparkle in our eyes,the reasons we laugh.
Claire keeps her memories in numerous forms, pictures,journals,recordings etc.
It's her form of therapy,but there's one memory sh...
"Forgive Not Because They Deserve Forgiveness,But Because You Deserve Peace" -Walt Disney
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Chapter 6
Zachary Montgomery was in the living room, smiling.Why? why did he come back? Why was he pretending that everything was okay? Why was he smiling so much? I just stared at him,eyes burning,tears threatening to fall like Niagara Falls.
"Claire, won't you greet our old friends?" My mom asked sternly. Hint of don't be rude in her voice. I gulped and felt my throat dry up, but greeted them anyway.
"H-h-hi..Mrs Montgomery and...Mr Montgomery..Zach..." Zach. The name tasting so foreign on my lips, so full of poison and pain. Zachary's smile started becoming faint. I could tell he pretends better than I do, but of course, facades, facades, it's the one thing we're good at.
"Claire you don't have to be so formal with us you know. We're still Amy and Jack." Stated Mr Montgomery with a huge smile. We're still Amy and Jack..Amy and Jack, parents of an asshole. Amy and Jack were like my second parents. So dear to me, but ever since that day, things...changed..and when they moved...all emotion towards them left..I didn't even feel hate towards them... disappointment, but I never paid attention to it..
I nodded and headed to the kitchen. I could hear every word coming out of their mouths like nothing happened, nothing at all. We were two perfect families reuniting after a long time.
"Hey Claire, could you help me with the food? I just want to get this done and make some dessert for tonight's dinner since the neighbors are coming over."Noted Maria. I sighed and heard my tummy growl, earning a chuckle from her. She handed me a plate with a chicken and mayo sandwich which I devoured real quick and washed it down with a glass of Cranberry juice.
Once that had satisfied me, I got the glass bowls my mom bought from London during her court case. Yup, my mom was a lawyer,a good one too. Zachary Montgomery..The name was chanted in my head over and over again, I barely paid attention to Maria, not until I cut my finger with the knife after chopping cucumbers for the green salad.
"Ouch!"
I bit my lip to stop myself from crying. One tear and I knew I'd be bawling like a weakling. I couldn't, not in front of him. I stared at the deep, long slit glided straight down my index finger. It was about 2cms long, the cut, I mean. Blood oozed out of it and all I could do was stare.
"SANTA MARIA!" I heard Maria yell and look into the cupboards for something. She banged each cupboard door in frustration, so loud, enough for my mom to rush into the kitchen.
"What's going on here?"Asked my mother in confusion. She saw the blood drip out of my cut and her eyes widened like two big saucers. Maria found the first aid kit and attended to my wound. She cleaned it gently and was patient as I continuously winced in pain.
